Chapter 3- Ninja academy
The Academy was... functional.
Big, boring building. Grey and red walls. Generic layout. A few banners with the Fire Nation’s symbol here and there to remind us we’re part of something important, even if this felt like some pyramid scheme.
I got there early. Didn’t want to deal with anyone on day one if I could help it. A chunin with a clipboard checked my name, handed me a classroom assignment, and pointed me toward a hallway with all the enthusiasm of a man who hated his job.
Class 1-A.
Figures. Guess I’m at least side character level, not mob level.
I stepped in.
The classroom was already half full. Not loud, but not quiet either. Some kids were laughing. Others were yawning. The clan brats had already picked their seats and grouped together like it was instinct. Senju, Uchiha, Sarutobi — all sitting like they owned the place.
I didn’t bother with them. Not like I could afford picking on them now. Picked a seat two rows from the back, by the window. Neutral territory. Out of the spotlight, but close enough to observe.
Then I started to observe the class and noticed a few recognizable ones — the Sannin of the future.
Tsunade was obvious. Loud. Confident. She had that casual arrogance of someone who knew she’d be top of the class without trying. And with the fact of her being the granddaughter of the First Hokage and the heiress of the Senju clan, there were many trying to get close to her — making her the center of attention.
Jiraiya was already cracking jokes with some random Inuzuka kid. He laughed too loudly at his own punchlines. Definitely the kind of guy who’d fail a stealth mission before it even started. He was carefree, unafraid — the kind of guy who would end up bullied or dead if he didn’t have the luck he had.
And Orochimaru... yeah, he was an edgelord.